What a Bully Taught Me About Public Speaking
I hated Kyle Sisk*. A notorious bully, Kyle punctuated my grade
school years with misery. He would tease me about my weight,
purposely rattle me with shocking language, delight in making me
look foolish at every opportunity. Kyle had scary, penetrating
eyes and sharp, jagged teeth that looked, appropriately, like
fangs. He even had his own evil henchman named Eddie who would
follow him everywhere, laughing a conspiratorial little laugh
asking,